Jenny's Whims
by TC


Jenny entered the front door of her home, plopped her bag down on the floor and looked expectantly at the kitchen. She hated it when Erin was not there to greet her when she got home, and she knew that Erin knew that too. Just then Erin rushed out of the kitchen with a sheepish look on her face.

“Oh I’m so sorry Jen…… I mean Miss Jenny”, said Erin. “I just got a little busy with the turkey dinner you told me to make for you. Can I get you anything?” Erin said apologetically.

“Shut up bitch!” Jenny snapped, glaring at Erin. “Stop acting like you’re my mom. Just because my dad thinks you are good enough to marry doesn’t mean you’re good enough to act like her. I’m going to my room. I want you there in 5 minutes with your stuff.”

Erin was scared of Jenny. She knew better than to answer back to this 17-year old who was 12 years her junior. It was true that Jack had married her after his own wife had deserted him for the stud who lived next door. She had since moved out of her own home, leaving a space that was to be Erin’s hell for the rest of her life.

Erin had always been a shy, quiet sort of a girl. She had hated confrontations all through her childhood, giving in to bullies all the time. By the time she met Jack at a party and fell in love with him, nothing much had changed. She had just grown older, become more attractive but remained the submissive. She had no idea that Jenny would turn out to be the exact opposite, and exploit Erin in such a cruel and demanding way.

This was the exact reason why she just nodded her head and headed towards her own bedroom to get the stuff Jenny had demanded. Jack’s work kept him away from home a lot so he never had a clue about the ordeal his new and young wife had to go through to keep his demanding daughter happy.

Jenny had always been like that. Ever since she had been a child, she had learned to have her way in all matters. When her parents were away at work, she’d make her little brother Joe the victim of her whims. Since he moved to boarding school, that left Erin to bear the brunt of Jenny’s demands.

Erin knocked on Jenny’s door and entered softly. She saw that Jenny was sitting on her bed, waiting for her. Erin quietly walked up to the bed and kneeled down before Jenny. She knew Jenny wouldn’t even bother making it any easier for her, so she just picked up Jenny’s sneakered right foot. Jenny just smirked and leaned back on her pillows. She knew what was coming……….

Erin picked up Jenny’s foot and placed it softly in her lap, proceeding to untie Jenny’s laces. The mud from the street was still encrusted on Jenny’s sneakers but Erin knew better than to show any disrespect. Jenny would have her hide.

As soon as the laces were undone and Erin had pried the sneaker off Jenny’s right foot, the smell emanating from the depths of the sneaker told Erin all about Jenny’s hectic schedule at the cheerleading practice session. It had been some weeks now since Erin had been performing this task of “showing how much you love me”, as Jenny had put it when she had told Erin that she would be expected to make sure Jenny’s feet remained spotless at all times. Jenny made it clear that she could not be expected to do this herself as this was a task too low for her to perform. “And anyways, for some reason my feet tend to collect a lot of dirt and sweat and I can’t be expected to clean it myself, can I?”, Jenny had told Erin. So Erin had accepted this task as a means to boosting her relationship with her new stepdaughter. Little did she know that it would transform her life forever.

Erin put the right sneaker aside and proceeded to undo the laces of the left sneaker. Prying that off Jenny’s left foot, Erin was forced to put her hand to her nose. The smell admittedly was too pungent. Though Erin was unaware of this, Jenny had worn the same socks for the past week. She had done that just to get her feet ready for today. Today she meant to take this one giant step further. It was time to test the love.

Putting the left sneaker beside the other, Erin peeled Jenny’s sticky, wet socks off her feet. Holding them by the edge, Erin placed each into its respective sneaker and thought about the time later that day that she would have to spend hand washing these smelly socks. Jenny had also instructed her to clean her sneakers everyday with an old toothbrush. Erin winced at the thought and turned to the task at hand.

Jenny had dirty feet, and that was an understatement. It was true that they had a tendency to pick up dirt very easily. Erin admitted that once they were clean, they were very beautiful, even for a 17-year old. Erin admired beauty and that was the one reason she had even agreed to performing this menial task. Jenny’s feet were slender, with long elegant toes. Jenny liked to grow her toenails half an inch beyond her toes, which meant a lot of dirt accumulated under them throughout the day. More dirt on Jenny’s foot meant more work for Erin.

Erin picked up Jenny’s right foot and cradled the heel in her palm, so that the sole faced her.

“Higher!”, Jenny said, sharply.” How do you expect to clean my foot when you can’t even see where you’re going? You better get all the dirt the first time this time, or you’re gonna be cleaning under my toenails with your own toothbrush.”

Erin flinched at the thought. It was true she hadn’t exactly been performing this daily task as well as she should have been. How do you become good at cleaning someone’s dirty feet, she wondered to herself. But deep inside, she felt happy whenever Jenny bothered to look satisfied. During the past few weeks, there had been only a few times when Jenny had actually looked pleased while inspecting the space between her toes. She had a thing with thoroughness. Just the other day she had threatened to make Erin clean her ass if she didn’t do a good job with her feet. That truly scared Erin. Feet were one thing, ass was totally different. There was no way she wanted to slip down from foot-cleaner to ass-wiper. This thought startled her out of her thoughts and she bent to the task.

Obeying Jenny’s order, she raised Jenny’s right foot until the sole was directly in line with her own eyes. She could see crud encrusted along the lines on Jenny’s sole. “Damn, how does she get them so dirty?”, Erin wondered.

Cradling Jenny’s foot in her left hand, Erin picked up the small towel she had started keeping just for this purpose. Dipping it into the small water basin she had carried from her own room, she brought the towel up towards Jenny’s dirty sole, intending to wipe it down from the toes towards the heel.

“Wait!”, Jenny spoke. Erin’s hand stopped in mid air, inches away from the sole that had kept her busy for at least 45 minutes every day for the last 2 weeks.

“How long have you been doing this?”, Jenny asked Erin, looking down haughtily at her.

“A….a…..around 2 weeks”, Erin stammered, kicking herself mentally for sounding like such a weakling.

“Do you think you have learnt how to clean my feet properly?”, Jenny continued staring at Erin like she was a talking to a tissue that had failed to clean her ass properly.

“I…..I think so, Miss Jenny”, Erin replied, somewhat hesitantly. “I do get all the toejam from between your toes now, just the way you wanted me to, and I have become so good at cleaning your soles spotless………but……”

“But what?”, Jenny cut in, snatching her foot from Erin’s hand and leaning in close to her face, glaring into her eyes. This sudden move startled Erin and in her panic she knocked the water basin over, spilling all the water on the floor.

“…..its…….its just your toenails that I need to practice more on.”, Erin answered, now really scared of the consequences.

“Why, what’s wrong with my toenails? Not good enough for you, bitch?”, Jenny continued glaring at her, while poking her chest with the long and sharp toenail of her right big toe.

“No…..noooo……they’re beautiful”, Erin quickly replied. “They’re just a little long and I haven’t been able to really clean under them properly. But I’ll learn, I really want to learn.” Erin attempted to reassure Jenny of her dedication.

“If you haven’t learnt yet, you never will”, Jenny replied, leaning back into her pillows. “No, my little bitch, its time you tried another method.”

“Wh….whats that?”, Erin asked, not knowing what to expect.

“Pick up my foot!”, Jenny ordered, not even bothering to look at her.

Erin did as she was told. 2 weeks had been enough to show her that this was the only way to respond. Picking up Jenny’s right foot, she held out her left hand palm up so Jenny could rest her foot flat on her palm.

“Get your face closer!”, Erin looked up and saw Jenny peering down at her from between her legs. Braving the smell, Erin did as ordered.

“I hope you’re hungry”, Jenny spoke, as realization hit Erin in the gut.

Erin was no fighter. Giving in was her way of life. She knew she was pathetic. Here she was, about to eat the crud from under the toenails of a 17-year old girl, a girl who was her own stepdaughter. She hated herself. But right now, she knew she had to please Jenny to make her like her. To Erin, this seemed to be the only way.

Erin knew what was expected of her. She just didn’t know how to start. Hesitantly, she leaned forward a bit further and parted her lips. Her tongue snaked out and was about the touch the tip of Jenny’ right big toe when suddenly the toe disappeared from view.

“In your dreams, bitch!”, Jenny laughed. She had removed her foot from Erin’s palm and it now rested at the edge of her bed, with the heel supporting the foot and the toes hanging over the edge. “You don’t get to lick my foot so easily. Even my brother didn’t get that far. The most I let him do was taste them by sucking the sweat from my gym socks.” The glint in Jenny’s eyes was enough to tell Erin that this was no exaggeration. This girl was used to being serviced this way.

“You should’ve heard him beg”, Jenny continued. “Maybe if you do this job well I’ll let you suck my socks clean. Would you like that my little foot-bitch?”

Jenny dangled her foot down a bit and ran the tip of her big toenail along Erin’s lips. Erin didn’t know how to react to this. This was going way too fast. She was surprised mostly by the fact that she was fast becoming the personal foot-slave of her own stepdaughter, and that she didn’t really mind being one.

So Erin did what she did best. She gave in. She lowered her face and placed a moist kiss on the toenail that was playing with her lips.

“I’d be honored to drink your foot-sweat from your gym socks, Miss Jenny”, Erin replied humbly. “If you allow me to, of course”, she was quick to add.

“Convince me of your devotion and I may just do that”, Jenny said, looking down at her new property. “But till then, use the tweezers. Remember, I find one microscopic piece of dirt, you’re history. I’ll just find a better slave, or hopefully Pete will come back for vacations. Either way, you can forget my feet forever.”

Erin was confused. Ideally, the words Jenny spoke wouldn’t really matter. But they did. Erin suddenly caught herself resolving not to overlook any dirt under Jenny’s toenails. She realized she wanted this. She needed this. She had to please Jenny. She had to have a taste.

Erin picked up the tweezers that she used sometimes to pick out stones lodged between the ridges on the soles of Jenny’s sneakers. She now knew what Jenny meant. While she still had to be thorough in her duties, she would have to earn the privilege of using her tongue to do it. Till then, the tweezers had to do. Lucky tweezers, Erin thought.

“I don’t have all day you know!”, Jenny snapped.

Erin quickly got up and got the little stool she used to sometimes stand on to reach the shelves in her kitchen. It was a small stool, perfect for the task she was destined to perform. She placed it just before Jenny and bending down, gently picked up Jenny’s right foot and placed it on the stool. Sitting down on the floor just before Jenny’s feet, Erin began her job.

She parted Jenny’s right big toe from her second toe with her left hand, and was surprised to see dirt collected in huge amounts. Reaching in with the tweezers, she gently picked up a piece that dislodged easily. Holding it securely between the tweezers, she carried the piece of dirt from between Jenny’s big and second toes towards her mouth. Opening her mouth, she placed the toejam on her tongue and looked up at Jenny just before closing her mouth. She continued looking into Jenny’s eyes while she savored it, sucking on it softly, forcing the toejam to release more and more taste of Jenny’s toes. When she couldn’t coax any more sweat out of it, she started chewing on it. She was surprised to find it quite chewy, and was almost hesitant to swallow it down. But swallow it she did, knowing there was lots more of it, waiting for her between Jenny’s toes.

Erin continued picking out pieces of dirt from between Jenny’s right big and second toes, using the tweezers as Jenny had ordered. As she chewed on each delectable morsel, she could taste Jenny’s foot-sweat and occasionally the dead skin from between her toes. Now and then a piece of toejam would dislodge and fall to the floor. Erin, eager to please her demanding stepdaughter, would quickly pick it up with the tweezers and eat it as if it was caramel candy. To her it was the only way to get Jenny to like her. To her, it tasted better than caramel candy.

When there was no more toejam to be found between the first two toes, Jenny wiggled her toes to signal Erin to start on the next toes. Erin did as told. She was a good bitch.

The whole task took two hours. By the time Erin reached the little toe of the left foot, her fingers felt like they would fall off from the strain of manipulating the tweezers for so long. Swallowing the last piece of edible toejam, Erin looked up at Jenny in a questioning way. Jenny nodded, knowing fully well that Erin was seeking permission to start on her toenails.

“Here, use this”, Jenny instructed Erin, handing her a small instrument shaped like a spatula. “Do this well and I’ll reward you. @#%$ this up, and you’ll be licking my bathroom clean from tomorrow.”

Erin was beyond caring. She would have licked Jenny’s feet and her bathroom if Jenny had demanded. She just wanted to please Jenny. All she wanted right now was for Jenny to accept her service as her personal toejam cleaner. Just that, and Erin could die a happy slave.

Erin took the spatula from Jenny and gently holding the right big toe in her fingers, started scraping the dirt out from under the toenail. It didn’t take long for both step-mother and daughter to realize this wasn’t going to work. This angle which Erin was sitting just didn’t allow her easy movement of her fingers, and she was more scared of pushing the spatula too far and hurting Jenny. She didn’t think she could bear Jenny’s wrath just yet.

“You are pathetic, bitch!”, Jenny snapped, snatching the spatula from Erin. “This is the last time I’m making this easier for you. From tomorrow, I want you to do this yourself. Now @#%$ lie down on your back under my feet, and keep that sewer mouth of yours open.”

Erin quickly obeyed her. Laying down flat on her back, she positioned her head so that it was directly under Jenny’s feet. Jenny was sitting up on her bed now, with her heels resting on the edge of the mattress and her toes hanging directly over Erin’s open mouth.

“What good are you to me if I have to scrape the dirt from my toenails myself?”, she asked Erin as she started scraping the week-old gunk from under her long toenails. “I swear if you don’t learn this soon, you’re eating my @#%$ from tomorrow.”

As Jenny scraped, the dirt from under her toenails fell straight into Erin’s open mouth. Erin kept it open, not wanting to swallow till she had enough toe-gunk collected in her mouth to give her a sufficient amount of taste. Jenny was almost done with the fourth toe of her right foot when she noticed that Erin’s tongue was now completely coated with the toenail-dirt. She couldn’t miss the expectant look in Erin’s eyes, and couldn’t help smiling on how easy it all had been.

“Yes bitch, you may swallow,” Jenny ordered.

Erin slowly closed her mouth, savoring each speck of dirt that had remained stuck under Jenny’s toenails for at least a week, soaking in sweat from Jenny’s long toes, reeking of the smell that Erin had balked at in the beginning, but would now fight for if she had to.

Jenny continued scraping under her toenails till she was done with both feet. Erin sat up, and kissed Jenny’s big toe.

“Thank you for letting me eat your toenail-dirt, Miss Jenny”, Erin said, looking at Jenny with pure worship in her eyes.

“You’re gonna have to earn it from tomorrow”, Jenny replied, always the sadist. “Now go fetch me warm water to soak my feet in.” She ordered Erin.

Erin quickly picked up the small basin and rushed to get the warm water. She was back in 2 minutes.

Putting the basin in front of Jenny’s feet, she gently picked up each foot, kissed it on the sole and placed it in the basin. When both feet were fully immersed, Erin sat down by the basin, lovingly rubbing Jenny’s feet in the basin. Jenny picked up her Teen magazine and started leafing through it.

It was after an hour that Jenny put down the magazine, and spoke to her.

“Get your face towel.”

Erin rushed to comply. She came back into Jenny’s bedroom, holding her own face towel.

“Dry my feet”. Jenny’s instructions were self-explanatory.

Erin picked up each foot and proceeded to dry each foot thoroughly. She even separated each of Jenny’s toes to dry the spaces she had so lovingly cleaned. She was thrilled that Jenny had chosen Erin’s face towel to dry her feet. Erin would keep it forever.

When Jenny’s feet were dry, Jenny folded her legs and tucked her feet under herself.

“Get your glass.”

Erin wasn’t sure, but she had some idea of what Jenny intended to make her do. Some idea was all she required as she almost ran to get her glass. Running back, she almost fell at Jenny’s feet with gratitude.

“Fill it up, and keep refilling it till all the water’s gone.” Jenny said, leaving no doubts whatsoever.

Erin gently picked up the basin, being careful not to spill even one drop of the precious foot-basin water. Pouring the water into the glass, she was both surprised and delighted to see that the water was almost dark brown. She put down the basin, and picked the glass up.

“Thank you Miss Jenny”, Erin spoke, looking adoringly at Jenny.
Holding up the glass, Erin could see specks of dirt, skin from Jenny’s soles and heels, and tiny pieces of dead toenail swimming about in the water that had just soaked Jenny’s filthy feet for one hour.

Slowly and steadily, Erin started drinking it all down. She closed her eyes in rapture. As she emptied the contents of the glass in her mouth, she was suddenly sure of what she had been destined for. Jenny’s feet were all that mattered now.

Putting down the empty glass, Erin wasted no time in filling it up again with the dirty foot-bath water. She drank down the second glass too. It took two more refills to empty the basin. The last drink was the best, Erin thought to herself. She loved the way all the solid pieces of foot-dirt, dead skin and toenails sank down to the bottom, and to get through her last glass, Erin had to actually chew while drinking to get it all down. Erin was in love.

Jenny had meanwhile lay down for her nap. Her work was done. She had successfully trained her new step-mother to be her loyal foot-slave.

Good, Jenny thought to herself. I wonder how long she’s gonna take to learn how to paint my toenails holding the brush in her teeth, Jenny wondered as she drifted into sleep.

(the end)

OMG, I forget about this story!

PLEASE Cardinal, write more! This is such a good one, please do not vanish again!

Thanks also for the repost!

Too bad you didn't write that, Adam. Otherwise I would've congratulated you for a typo-free editorial.

Nice story btw...

A great story! I hope to see more of "The Cardinal's" work.

Lordy, that was good. I remember that one. Glad to get a chance to add it to my collection. I heartily encourage either a continuation or something rather similar.

Cheers!

Giblet

That was all four parts of the story rolled into one.

The writer has mentioned possibly bringing the characters back and is writing a new story on Mistress Destiny's but I'm not sure if he still has or ever did have plans to bring them back.